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Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, profession: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee)
Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)
Job Title: Warrior
It’s been a month since my interview.
The newcomer training has finally ended.
“Haa.”
With the entrance ceremony scheduled for tomorrow, today is Sunday and there’s no training, so I’ve been relaxing in my room all day to rest my body.
And now, after finishing dinner, I’m enjoying a late-night drink.
“It’s wonderful to be alive!!”
These are my words, spoken from the bottom of my stomach, no, from the bottom of my heart.
“I never thought beer could be this delicious!!”
Normally, I’d drink sparkling wine as a nightcap, but I decided to upgrade to a slightly fancier beer to celebrate my pay raise. It might sound like the ramblings of a single man, but this beer tastes significantly better than what I used to drink, and even better than the beer I used to drink in the past.
On Saturday, my body was screaming from the final push of the training, and I was too exhausted to even savor a beer.
However, despite my body screaming all day, I’m feeling perfectly fine the next day and can enjoy beer, all thanks to magical technology.
“As expected, humans need to feel alive.”
I gulp down the cold beer, feeling it flow from my throat to my stomach.
“It truly is wonderful to be alive, isn’t it?”
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to drink such delicious beer.
I recall what happened before.
On the day of that joint training, I somehow woke up before dinner and went to the cafeteria to eat, feeling no discomfort in my body. I planned to have a drink in my room afterward.
Looking back, that decision was probably my undoing.
A hand suddenly reached out, easily lifted me, and dragged me to a corner of the cafeteria.
“Drink up! Drink up! It’s on me today!!”
“Kaka kkk, eat all you want. The meal is on me.”
The culprits who dragged me there were sitting opposite me: the Ogre Yakuza and the Skull Gentleman, or rather, Instructor Kio and Instructor Fushio.
These two were in such a good mood that it was unsettling and difficult to understand. Faced with them, the only action I could take was to respond with “Itadakimasu.”
“This is a special brew from the Ogre Tribe! It’s delicious!”
“What’s this? This is the *Seikonshu* I made. It’s safe for humans to drink, you know?”
Even so, I had drunk various alcoholic beverages during business entertainment and my body was enhanced by Magic Crests.
I thought that even alcohol with a high proof wouldn’t get me drunk, and as expected, I was able to drink far more than I could in the past and stayed until the cafeteria closed.
I was slightly tipsy, caught up in Instructor Kio’s constant smile and Instructor Fushio’s satisfied expression. I figured they must have had something good happen and didn’t think too deeply about the reason for this drinking party. That was also my mistake.
But who could have guessed?
That this might be my last meal.
Without a hangover, and as planned, I moved on to the afternoon training for my specialization the next day. What awaited me were:
“That was fun yesterday.”
“Kaka kkk, it truly was fun.”
Instructor Kio, with his Crimson Fighting Spirit fully unleashed, and Instructor Fushio, emanating his Dark Fighting Spirit.
I don’t think it’s my fault that I immediately turned around.
“A barrier!?”
But I couldn’t escape the special combat. Because the story wouldn’t advance otherwise.
The moment I turned around, I felt a magic barrier against my forehead.
And relying on the chill I felt on my back, I turned my head with stiff movements like an oiled tin toy and looked back.
“!? ”
I deserve praise for not screaming.
The two instructors, exuding fifty percent more fighting spirit than before, had me in their sights.
“Now, Jiro.”
“Are you ready?”
“I… I am!!”
My nickname had changed without me realizing it, but I didn’t have the luxury to care.
I wished I had more time, but seeing their gazes telling me to try and say it, there was no way I, a Japanese person who can’t say no, could utter a negative word.
Seeking at least a little salvation, I turned to Suella for help, but:
“…Good luck.”
Suella, who perfectly embodied a capable woman in her impeccably tailored suit today, didn’t even meet my gaze.
” “Alright, let’s begin the training.” ”
Resigned to my fate, I summoned my resolve and, as usual, readied my weapon in the center.
“Ah.”
And then I realized it.
Come to think of it, I lost at the end of the joint training.
I told myself that losing would be hell, yet I endured additional training and then defeat. I shouldn’t have given in to my emotions.
Even if I fought longer than everyone else, losing is still losing.
Was their good mood yesterday perhaps because they were thinking of today’s training? Was it the instructors’ thoughtfulness, wanting me to have a pleasant time before sending me to hell (the training)?
If so, I want to say:
I don’t need that kind of thoughtfulness, please go easy on me.
I’d brace myself and get blown away, I’d attack and get blown away, I’d dodge and get blown away, I’d defend and think I’d held on, only to get blown away next. It was the usual scene, and we only managed to exchange blows a few times.
The slashes of the Chōbara Blade (Magic Sword) repeated, and the spells from the toy staff (Cursed Staff) that constantly interfered.
Even now, when I recall it, that was probably the first time I saw Instructor Kio’s Chōbara Blade, which looked like something children would enjoy playing with, as a Magic Sword.
Thanks to Instructor Fushio’s chillingly eerie laughter, I vowed to never step into the toy store for a while.
The various status-altering magic spells, which contradicted the cheerful electronic sounds, were individually not lethal, but when combined with the Chōbara Blade (Magic Sword), they became like something that should have a “Mixing Dangerous” warning label.
I probably would have given up if I hadn’t had the opportunity to rest my head on a lap pillow (a perk!) while I was unconscious and exhausted.
Honestly, I can’t help but feel like this company offers an experience so black it makes “black companies” look tame.
Still, perhaps they went easy on me, because I did survive.
I feel like I saw my life flash before my eyes a few times, but I survived.
I couldn’t figure out whether my survival, inexplicably, was a testament to my daily training or the skill of the two instructors who masterfully navigated the brink of life and death.
“Dungeon tomorrow.”
Nevertheless, regardless of the outcome, I survived.
From here on out, it will be voluntary. I will either submit paperwork to reapply for training or be forced into remedial training due to poor performance. I can probably only receive their instruction under these two conditions.
While this offers some relief, I must also remain focused to avoid failing.
However, for now, I need to relax.
Once the entrance ceremony is over, I will officially become an employee and challenge the Dungeon.
My mind is finally catching up with the events of the training period, or rather, it feels like beer has pushed it aside, but I’m thinking about tomorrow.
The dungeon.
In Modern Japan, such things are usually only found in games or novels. But for the past month, I’ve fought tooth and claw in training to get into one. The fact that it actually exists and that I’ll be challenging it tomorrow is deeply moving.
Or rather, it’s not that deep. It’s probably more like the feeling of a child before an excursion.
In fact, I’m so tired that I figured I’d just go to bed, but I couldn’t sleep, so I’m having a nightcap like this.
It’s pathetic that I’m too excited to sleep, yet also slightly glad that a childlike spirit remains.
“I’m not exactly a kid, though.”
Clutching the empty beer can, I looked down at my body. The body that had been neglected for years had tightened up as if it had been lying.
My stats have also improved significantly compared to when I was hired, and I can feel the results.
I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve been eager to see the results of my efforts.
“Well, time to sleep.”
I can’t stay up too late, drink too much, and oversleep tomorrow.
I’ll save the excitement bubbling up inside me for tomorrow and focus on getting a good night’s sleep now.
Normally, I’d sit in the lecture hall in casual clothes, but today everyone is wearing suits and dressed smartly.
In contrast, a row of individuals stood on the podium, seemingly refuting the very concept of uniformity with their unique appearances.
Among them, of course, were Instructor Fushio and Instructor Kio.
Although this is my first time seeing them, they are probably instructors from other departments.
They share a similar aura, or rather, a similar sense of strength, with the two of them, a feeling I can sense resonating deeply.
Noticing my gaze, they smiled in a way that would surely make a child cry and even an adult’s knees buckle.
Having grown accustomed to it, I calmly nodded in acknowledgment.
Then, I shifted my gaze back to the others and observed them.
There was a powerfully built, bare-chested man with scales like a reptile and a scar over one eye. A Dark Elf woman dressed in something like a kimono, similar to Suella. And a small person? with their hood pulled low, hiding their face. A giant, over three meters tall with tanned skin, wearing fur and a metal helmet. And a woman with compound eyes and antennae sprouting from her head, her mouth hidden by a fan. Parts of her body were covered in something akin to carapace, but she wore only mere scraps of cloth, like underwear, exposing a body that could still be called human.
Several men were fixated on them, but I wonder if they noticed?
They’re smiling, but their gazes are those of complete predators.
I absolutely cannot let my guard down.
Instinctively, I understood that everyone standing on that podium was an absolute powerhouse.
How incredible must a hero be to be able to defeat such individuals?
The banner hanging above them, reading “Entrance Ceremony,” seemed surreal displayed over such a unique and eclectic group.
“It’s time. Everyone is here, correct?”
And as the final touch, Supervisor Evia, a demon in a suit, ascended the stage with a cold expression that made one want to call her “Queen.”
Even among those unique individuals, she not only blended in but exuded an even greater presence.
Her appearance seemed to tighten the atmosphere in the room.
Not just tighten, but constrict.
The physical pressure forced even those who were groggy to forcibly contort their expressions.
“First, let me say congratulations on completing your training. Fifty-eight people were hired, but only the thirty-seven of you here have successfully completed the training course.”
Without further pleasantries or an opening declaration, the entrance ceremony began.
While being told that a third of the applicants had departed was not that shocking to me, having completed the training course alone, those around me seemed to react differently.
Some were shocked, others displayed a sense of accomplishment, and some appeared to be steeling themselves.
“For you all, I have something to give you. Look at your desks. Do you all have a box?”
Ignoring our emotions, the supervisor continued her speech in a monotonous tone. Following her instructions, I looked at the items on the table that had caught my attention earlier.
On each desk sat a black paper box, about ten centimeters cubed, which had been there since I took my seat.
I had touched it a few times earlier and then left it alone because it wouldn’t open or lift, but I wondered what it could be.
“Open it, and take out the contents.”
Even though I was told to do so, I didn’t know how to open it. However, when I tried to lift it, it surprisingly moved easily. It was a lid-and-base type box, and as the lid slid off, the contents were revealed.
“A pendant?”
Inside was a crystal pendant, shaped like an octahedron, which could be worn around the neck on a leather cord.
“It’s a soul stone. You must take it with you when you enter the dungeon. Otherwise, you’ll die.”
The air froze.
The Supervisor’s words, filled with pressure, and the intimidating atmosphere caused someone to drop an octahedral crystal-like pendant onto the desk.
“Hmph, some of you seem to misunderstand and think you’re strong just because you’ve passed the training. Let me tell you, we don’t create dungeons that someone like you can easily conquer.”
The lecture hall, which was quiet from the start, now felt colder than a room blasted with air conditioning.
“Naturally, there’s a risk of death. You’ve all experienced combat with monsters. If anyone thinks they won’t die from that, it’s not too late. Don’t enter the dungeon. You’ll only suffer, and you won’t be able to gather any useful information. We don’t need information that’s neither here nor there.”
The Supervisor’s cold dismissal, as if to say “Now, leave,” stirred something within me, not of fear, but more of defiance. If I were to express my inner feelings, it would be like shouting, “Bring it on!” I was curious about the deepest level, the one that can’t be reached despite so much effort. It was precisely because of that thought that my lips almost curved into a smile.
But I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“This is a joke! You didn’t say we could die!!”
“That’s right!! We heard about injuries, but we can’t risk our lives!!”
“Exactly!! Don’t mess with us!!”
Several people stood up and shouted their dissatisfaction.
“…Is that all you have to say? Then leave. There’s no point in using those who are dissatisfied, and we have no need for them. Rest assured, we’ll pay you for the training period at least.”
Then, as if the Supervisor glared at them, or rather, gave them a sidelong glance, magic circles appeared at their feet and vanished in an instant.
“As I explained at the beginning, this Tester role is life-threatening. Anyone who doesn’t understand that and mistakes it for exaggeration is simply a fool. I’ll say it again: we don’t seek such individuals. Only those with resolve are allowed to remain here. Naturally, as I explained and promised at the beginning, we will guarantee your lives to the greatest extent possible. But it’s not absolute. With that in mind, answer me. Do you remain, or do you leave?”
Seeing the exchange, I expected a few more to leave. But…
“Hmph, three people. As for the rest, we’ll let the results speak for themselves. Now, back to the explanation. I mentioned death earlier, but with this Soul Core, the chance of dying is almost zero. It’s that kind of item.”
The Supervisor produced an item identical to the ones we held.
“This is proof of the training’s completion, a key to enter the dungeon, and your lifeline. Dungeons are saturated with a considerable concentration of magic power. This stone absorbs that magic power and synthesizes it with your own magic power to record information. Once you enter the dungeon, it will automatically generate a temporary body within the dungeon. A body made of magic power, based on your soul. Even if you die within the dungeon, you will be instantly and forcibly transferred to the company’s infirmary, and your body will be regenerated based on the information. Even if your heart is destroyed or your head blown off, it’s the magic-powered body, the etheric body, that breaks. I guarantee your actual self will be unharmed. Good for you all, you can die with peace of mind. Instead, it will hurt like hell.”
The Supervisor grinned sadistically, as if embracing his sadism. Seeing that, it wasn’t wrong for me to pull my chair back slightly. It was, rather, a survival instinct. However, a temporary body… it was really starting to feel like fantasy.
“However, this is not foolproof. Firstly, it can only be used within the dungeon. Outside the company, it’s just a decoration. Secondly, the cost to create one of these is an amount you could never pay in your lifetime. Know that if you lose it, your fate is sealed.”
The latter part is completely threatening, but putting that aside, there are cost issues, so it’s understandable. In short, he’s telling us not to lose company property. We’ll have to handle them with extreme caution.
“Thirdly, while it eliminates physical damage, it has no effect on mental damage. We will provide care for trauma, but whether you can recover is up to you. Furthermore, if you emerge from the dungeon with injuries, those wounds will be reflected on your living body. If you don’t want to writhe in pain, you’ll have to treat your injuries yourself. Ah, you’ll feel phantom limb pain for missing body parts, but as long as your ‘soul’ isn’t missing, you don’t have to worry about physical dismemberment.”
That was unpleasant to hear. Even if it’s a body made of magic, there’s still pain. There’s no guarantee that you can re-enter the dungeon after experiencing death. It could become a trauma and that would be the end. Moreover, if you leave without treating an injury, it will be reflected on your living body. It will be a workplace where you’re constantly injured, so countermeasures in that aspect are necessary. Fortunately, it’s good news that physical dismemberment won’t occur unless something extreme happens, but the Supervisor’s wording is strange. It’s as if he’s implying there’s a possibility of dismemberment.
“Lastly, this is based on experience. I myself was nearly killed by a previous Hero. Even I have found myself in such a situation. You could easily find yourselves in the same position. Steel yourselves and tackle the dungeon.”
I missed the timing to ask, but this is something I should investigate on my own. I’d rather not end up with missing limbs after failing to research it. From beginning to end, it’s a barrage of precautions, and I can’t let my guard down.
“Now, do you understand?”
I understood perfectly, but thanks to that, my carefree, excursion mood from yesterday has completely died. Everyone around me has a similarly anxious expression. The Supervisor seemed unconcerned by such an atmosphere. Can I really face the dungeon with this kind of feeling? I feel like it would be better to get knocked around by the instructors once and then challenge the dungeon with a completely carefree attitude.
So, what should I do?
“Hmm, since it’s such an important occasion, can’t we make the atmosphere a little brighter? She looks so stern.”
“No, I think she’s right. It’s an atmosphere of strictness, and that’s the information we needed.”
It’s mainly about our safety.
“Is that so? If you’re too strict, your subordinates won’t follow you. Balance is important in society.”
“Well, that’s true.”
I wonder who I was talking to during the ceremony. My seat is at the very back, and there’s no one on either side, so facing the sad reality, my conversation partner naturally disappeared. Therefore, there shouldn’t have been anyone next to me…
“Yo!”
“Who are you?”
“It’s the Demon Lord!!”
Before I knew it, a refreshing ikemen claiming to be the Demon Lord was sitting next to me.
“…”
“Hahaha, you don’t believe me? I thought I should have a more stern image, a presence that exudes the weight of countless battles? That’s what a Demon Lord is like.”
The self-proclaimed Demon Lord, who perfectly understood the meaning of my silence, put his hand to his chin and started to ponder.
“Hmm, I think I could relax a bit, but Evia… she told me to stop because it would ruin the ceremony. It’s plain, but I guess this is the best way.”
Calling the supervisor by her first name… unless you’re on very familiar terms, that type of person wouldn’t allow that. Or perhaps someone of a much higher standing. In that case, the “self-proclaimed” part of the self-proclaimed Demon Lord would be gone, and the person next to me would actually be the Demon Lord, wouldn’t he?
Yes, while I was pondering, completely ignoring me, as if he had business on the stage, the estimated Demon Lord casually walked away. The other colleagues, focused on the front, didn’t notice him walking away. Only the instructors on the stage noticed. Smoothly, as if they had coordinated, they knelt and welcomed the self-proclaimed, no, the Demon Lord onto the stage.
Certainly, the way he appeared might have been understated. But the scene itself, it thoroughly showed off his dignity. Kneeling, even though everyone there possessed the qualities of a king, he demonstrated he was more of a king than any of them.
“Yo! Everyone!! I am the Demon Lord!! To put it more clearly, I am your employer! And your President!”
To his declaration, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, none of us colleagues, including myself, could react. The equation Demon Lord = President… I wondered if it was possible, but with an appearance that completely skipped the planning process, I didn’t know how to react. Should I get up from my chair and kneel, following the instructors?
“Ah, your posture is fine. You are subordinates, but not vassals. Courtesy is necessary, but reverence is not required!”
As if he could see through everything, is this what they call charisma? He’s showing off his magnanimity and breadth of spirit.
“First, congratulations on completing your training! Also, have you received my whip? Ah, no need to answer. Seeing your faces, I can tell you’ve all taken it seriously. I won’t send you away just like that. If I give you a whip, I should also give you a carrot.”
He’s like an actor. He shifted everyone’s gaze from the supervisor to himself in an instant.
“Starting today, facilities that have been unusable will be opened. Details have already been distributed to each room. Please look forward to it. Of course, as employees, you will receive discounts, so please use them to your heart’s content.”
It’s the Demon Lord’s show now. There’s power in every single word he speaks. I can’t bring myself to refuse.
“And for those who achieve results, I will offer special rewards! We will clearly rank the results and post them weekly for everyone to see! Among those, for the top three performers after six months, I will prepare anything that my name as the Demon Lord can provide! If you want money, I’ll give it to you! If you want power, I’ll give it to you!! If you want status, I’ll provide it for you!!! I will prepare whatever you desire!”
If an ordinary person said this, they would undoubtedly be accused of fraud or lying, and people would wonder what on earth they were talking about. But the words of the Demon Lord standing on the stage were not false. If he said he would prepare something, he probably would. And the atmosphere that had been frigid just moments ago had suddenly ignited. Is this what they mean by eyes glinting? He’s truly good at stimulating human desires. I was simply amazed by this. While everyone else was enveloped in a suffocating heat, I found myself observing the scene with a cool detachment. My twenties are ending soon, and I’m entering my thirties in earnest. While I’m happy to hear about increased rewards, I can’t get fully fired up about it.
“I won’t keep you any longer with this long speech! We will now open the Dungeon! Everyone, act according to your own judgment!”
“This concludes the entrance ceremony!”
Still, the eagerness is undeniably there. Recognizing my slightly accelerated heartbeat, I followed the supervisor’s words as the Demon Lord descended the stage, with the instructors following him. It might be my imagination, but for a moment, I felt like our eyes met. But that was just a feeling, and I decided to assume it was my imagination.
“Speaking of which, the Demon Lord? Are the instructors in a considerably high position to be following him?”
I found myself thinking about irrelevant things, wishing I had asked about their positions during the self-introduction.
Another side
“Demon Lord?”
“Evia, I wish you wouldn’t get so angry.”
“Then, at the very least, let me follow the plan.”
“If you do that, I won’t be able to speak with him.”
Changing scenes, the location was not a modern room like a lecture hall, but a medieval throne room. There, the Supervisor, the Instructor, or rather, the Head Guard and the General, stood in a line, looking up at the Master of the throne.
“Kakakaka, you’re still just as fond of pleasure, Demon Lord. So, how was it?”
“Hmm, at first, I thought I’d just look forward to the future, but that was good.”
“Oh, it’s rare for the usually harsh General to praise someone.”
“Yeah, I thought his Magic Aptitude would be mediocre this time, but I see. He’s a gem. He doesn’t blend in with the crowd, with a detached eye. He understands people. No, he has understood and fully comprehended what it means to be human. That’s why the lines are drawn. Do I like it? People like that, who clearly draw lines and can seemingly cut things off with their own judgment, have active individuality, but their lack of collective activity is a concern.”
He smiled, resting his elbows on the throne, having witnessed something good after a long time.
Gratification.
The Demon Lord was enjoying himself immensely.
“Still, Head Guard, you think of such cruel things. This isn’t just a mere soul stone, is it?”
As if to dampen the mood, the woman with the fan, the Kuzuri, the Insect King, swayed and brought out the pendant from earlier.
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth was smiling, but it was more of a sneer.
“Demons do not tell lies. That is undoubtedly a soul stone. The abilities I explained definitely exist, but that’s not all.”
“Truly, that’s cruel.”
The Head Guard, Evia, sneered with the same expression as Kuzuri.
“It incorporates a spell to analyze the Hero’s abilities, and further, with each regeneration, it generates high-quality magic by combining the Dungeon’s magic with the target’s magic, and can return that to the Dungeon. To dismiss this with a single word is truly demonic, isn’t it?”
“Giant King, don’t misrepresent my words. Treatment isn’t free either. Their magic would recover if left alone. I am merely collecting that wastefully leaked magic as payment.”
“Kakakaka, and with that, our military supplies are replenished. A truly well-thought-out plan.”
“Hmph.”
“Don’t you like it, Warlock?”
“No, there’s no need to worry about those who are not our kin.”
For the Demon Lord and his Generals, this level of scheming, which could hardly be called covert operations, was merely a trivial matter to pick at as the conversation progressed.
“Hmm, then there’s no problem. In that case, Amili, I believe your Dungeon isn’t completed yet. How is it coming along?”
Evia’s scheme was confirmed, and now it was time to discuss the Dungeons on which the Testers, who would soon be exploring them, would be working. Several Dungeons were still not completed.
No, the purpose of this entire plan was to identify problems. None of the Dungeons were completed, but among them, there was one that was particularly behind schedule.
The Demon Lord turned his gaze from the throne and addressed a being completely covered in a robe.
And as if prompted by the Demon Lord’s address, that being revealed its form.
It removed its hood, revealing its face.
It was the face of a young girl, barely more than a child, but mechanical circuits ran across her entire face, and her expression was not so much emotionless as it was inorganic.
However, this, combined with her lightly shimmering long gray hair, gave her an almost doll-like beauty.
“Report: Dungeon completion rate is approximately sixty percent. Soldier deployment rate is forty-five percent. Conclusion: The construction of the shallow areas is complete, so we judge that the interception of the Testers is sufficient at this point.”
The fact that she used the term “interception” rather than “test” revealed the Generals’ perception of the Testers.
And the voice of the speaker herself, though human, sounded inorganic.
“Kekekeke, Kaiō’s young lady is full of confidence.”
As if in response, a somewhat lighthearted voice offered praise.
“Yes, I have no intention of doubting Amili’s report. You never give baseless reports, so if Amili says it’s fine, then it’s fine. Rather, it’s you, Dragon King, that I’m worried about?”
“Whoa there, boss, come on. Even I, who loves to have fun, wouldn’t create a flimsy Dungeon that those insect-like creatures could break through.”
“Your clan has more than enough skill, but your playful nature continues to cause problems, which is why I worry. Furthermore, the worst part is that you recover with results, making it difficult to fault you. Can’t you spare me some of my heartache?”
“Kekekeke, I shall do my best to handle it.”
Despite his appearance suggesting he was a seasoned warrior, his lighthearted tone ruined the impression. The Dragon King, Pascal. His attitude seemed to be a recurring thing, or perhaps he believed that as long as he achieved results, there was no problem. The Demon Lord, seeing no need to say more, briefly surveyed his surroundings.
Just that alone changed the atmosphere.
“Now, my beloved vassals, listen carefully. It is no exaggeration to say that our dream rests entirely on this plan. All personnel, engage with all your might.”
” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” “All according to your will.” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ”
Satisfied with the Generals’ response, the Demon Lord looked up at the purple light of the moon reflected in the skylight visible from his throne and finally realized it was about to begin.
The Dungeon was about to awaken.
Another side END
Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (Full-time Employee)
Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)
Role: Warrior
Today’s Word
I never imagined that a president with such presence would actually exist.
Turns out he was the Demon Lord.
I will be posting one more chapter today.
